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When language is lost
When words nowhere to be found
When now you’re gone too
Baby I swear
it’s like a slow death
Upon my mind.
shades defining.
now I have to say that I usually like
the colour as items, yet maybe not
as entity.
I face the slate
grey
and bleed red
I wish you could see
The depth in me
The strength in me
For you...
I think you see the
Weakness in me
Because the weakness
In me
Is for you...

I want you
To know
Both
you have your voice box-
I have mine

no two voices the same
someone may imitate
someone else

but God knows yours
as God knows mine.
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